Page 27 of Giorgio

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“Are you sure?”

She nodded.

She told him she wanted to face time her brother and didn’t quite know what to do. “I want to reassure him that I am being well taken care of.”

“I will place the call and give you some privacy.”

She nodded.

Calling up the number and pressing video, he handed her the phone and left the room.

“Thank God! Jules, you, okay?”

She smiled at the man who looked so much like her. She did not remember him or anything about her life, but the resemblance was evident.

“I am fine. You call me Jules.”

“When we were kids, the names, Julian and Juliana were too similar, so dad decided to call you Jules to avoid confusion.” He peered at her. “You do look better. I am sorry I have not been able to get away, but this case I am working on is dragging alongand I cannot leave or hand it over to anyone else. What does the doctor say?”

“I am doing pretty well, except the memory thing. I have several therapists coming by today to work with me.”

“Russo is standing by his word. Do you know who he is?”

“No. Not really. I only know that this place is like a palace. He told me they own department stores among other things.”

Her brother barked a laughter. “That is the understatement of the century. They are not just department stores; they are high-end exclusive stores that cater to the very rich and famous. The Russo’s are Italian royalty.”

Lifting her head, she gazed around the palatial room and could well believe they were.

“He doesn’t act high and mighty.”

“That is because he feels as guilty as hell. He almost killed you.”

She smiled at the anger in his voice. “But he didn’t, and he is doing his best to take care of me. Was I working? Is there…?” She frowned slightly. “Do I have a guy?”

“No and no.” She saw when he hesitated as if wondering how much to tell her.

“Please, don’t spare me.”

“You lost your job.”

“What kind of job was it?”

“You were an editor at a publishing house.”

“Was I fired?”

“No.” he shook his head. “The place went out of business.”

“And the guy?”

“Was an asshole you were well rid of.”

She smiled at his disgruntled tone. “I take it you did not approve of him.”

“He was a spineless idiot. Now, enough about that. When can you come home?”

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